Page 48 of Filthy Little Secret

He whimpers. I want to make him so happy. I want to leave his body reeling in the same passion that he leaves mine in after we fuck.

If he enjoys it half as much as I do, that’s enough to give me confidence in our fucking.

A knock on the door again.

“Mark…”

It’s a man’s voice. Probably Dr. Kenmore.

“Don’t stop,” he whispers.

And I don’t. I just keep fucking him as hard as I can. His head rolls either way, the way it does when I hit his prostate just right…when he’s getting close to coming.

“Hold up!” he calls to his dad. “I have a text.”

“People are wondering where you are. Your mom will have a fit if you don’t get out here and be seen for a while.”

As his eyebrows twitch in a familiar expression, I glance down and come is shooting from his cock, across his body.

He gasps quietly.

“Are you okay in there?” his dad asks.

“One minute!” he calls back.

I want to collapse on him, but if I do, I’ll have a mess of come all over my clothes.

I just gaze down at him, and he’s staring at me. Like he wants to get a look at my face when I come as much as I want to get a look at his when he does.

Sensations pool through my pelvis—a bomb of delight exploding through my nerves. My body pushes me through a series of movements that are beyond my control.

My pressure builds until I’m coming in the condom inside him.

Sweet, unbelievable relief.

“I’m glad you came tonight,” he says, his look suggesting the pun was intentional.

He cups my face with his hand, stroking his thumb across my cheek. It’s a gentle move—gentler than most of the things we’ve done. And he pulls his hand away quickly, as if he realized what he did totally went against everything we agreed to make this about.

But I didn’t feel all that bad about him doing it. If he’d left his hand there, I wouldn’t have said anything. Would have enjoyed it a lot more than I want to admit.

15

MARK

Isit on a couch at Brody’s next to my buds Sean and Danny. We study together in the library every day after school, before I head to work. When I have a free night on the weekend and Tim’s busy with his runs, I go to parties with them and get hammered. They’re primarily who I’ve hung out with since my breakup with Greg and Morgan.

“Shots!” Keith says as he approaches us and hands us the glasses. He squeezes between me and Sean, making a spot for himself.

We down the shots immediately. Tequila. Not my favorite, but tonight’s about getting trashed with my buddies. I want to forget the fundraiser ever happened. Want to push it as far back in my head as possible.

Not the good parts. Just the other stuff.

Tim had to work tonight, but he arrived shortly after me and my friends. Making his rounds to some guys who happen to be at this house party, I assume.

Sean pulls out his e-cig, which he uses exclusively for weed, and takes a drag before passing it to Keith.

I turn and see Tim standing in the corner, making an exchange with some guys I’ve seen around campus.

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